**SHORT STORY EXCERPT – FICTION**
She couldn’t have possibly known.
But what Bridget could see with her own always-suspicious eyes told the story far better than the words which came from his perfect and forever smile-stretched mouth.
He grinned and said he was happy. He told all who would listen that he had everything he needed, all that he wanted, and far more than he ever expected. He was grateful and humble and loved, and he said over and over again that he was happy. Happy. Happy.
Yet there he sat, the rain flooding his face and drenching his gorgeous, thick hair. He sat there soaking it in, water running down his chest and into his shoes. It came down so heavily that she couldn’t make out if he was still smiling, but by his posture she suspected not. What an odd sight for someone like him.
She should have known.